The chorus describes exactly how I feel about her everyday. She brought me to life when I was dead. She held me and made me feel special. And just like that, she was gone.

I've talked to friends and talked to myself.
I've definitely talked to God and prayed like hell.
But I still miss her.
I tried sober, no self-harm, no drinking. I tried drinking.
I've had strong moments and weak moments.
But I still miss her.
I have done everything I can possibly do to try and move on. Tried contacting her. Tried catharsis. Crying. Talking. Being angry. Being happy.
But I would still give anything to have her for one more minute.
I still miss her. And probably always will.